ZacheirII
08-24-2014, 09:57 PM
These days get lost to the wind blown away,
Safari en Sombreros, Sabretooth inferno,
‘bear feeling jittery with my sudden grip*
on the mystical and how every sounds tunes in melancholy
cause (my) ears bring into being some hidden kinda revere for cheerful,*
ward off the makeup paths
that was courtesy for a rake-in,*
would rather learn, (I) said…
in deep admission can take a leap out of features
and face the fact the breakthrough never seeks one
Blessed belched its exceptional clout
like confessions sage could crave
a blister for the standard falling;
with pipe dreams of balling,
slipping off the steadfast
headed to the cliff,
claims of peace;
resistance dragging (my) feet
...cursed bestow the portage trail
renal lapsed to reverberation
hen’s teeth of an influence
tale of the Oak demise
regardless the flops,
nor the hydraulics
hang tact in fact;
barbed wires (we) live to get behind…
The pilgrimage decayed in elicit fancy
truancy polls had once hit the roof,
buried in fur, frustrating scenes
statistics-borne hieroglyphs
a bonafide, (I) only mellow
nurture dreams en bloc
edge in sight; I wonder
If the zeal of rebel lay still in (every) human
(Z)
Safari en Sombreros, Sabretooth inferno,
‘bear feeling jittery with my sudden grip*
on the mystical and how every sounds tunes in melancholy
cause (my) ears bring into being some hidden kinda revere for cheerful,*
ward off the makeup paths
that was courtesy for a rake-in,*
would rather learn, (I) said…
in deep admission can take a leap out of features
and face the fact the breakthrough never seeks one
Blessed belched its exceptional clout
like confessions sage could crave
a blister for the standard falling;
with pipe dreams of balling,
slipping off the steadfast
headed to the cliff,
claims of peace;
resistance dragging (my) feet
...cursed bestow the portage trail
renal lapsed to reverberation
hen’s teeth of an influence
tale of the Oak demise
regardless the flops,
nor the hydraulics
hang tact in fact;
barbed wires (we) live to get behind…
The pilgrimage decayed in elicit fancy
truancy polls had once hit the roof,
buried in fur, frustrating scenes
statistics-borne hieroglyphs
a bonafide, (I) only mellow
nurture dreams en bloc
edge in sight; I wonder
If the zeal of rebel lay still in (every) human
(Z)